consentacle fun, etc.
The following prompts can be BYOM (bring your own monster) if you so desire! Anything goes. Literally anything.
"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.
Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.
He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...
Errands.
A monster's gotta eat.
Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.
But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.
Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.
Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.
"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.
Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.
Shore.
This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.
Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.
Scary.
Water.
New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.
He loves what he does for a living.
Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.
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"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.
Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.
He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...
Errands.
A monster's gotta eat.
Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.
But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.
Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.
Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.
"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.
Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.
Shore.
This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.
Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.
Scary.
Water.
New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.
He loves what he does for a living.
Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.
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[Please don't tell him you've compared him to a cartoon character in your head, Noriko. It'll totally ruin his mood.]
Got a contract with the city to keep the waters safe. Save people who've gone overboard, lost, make sure people aren't doing anything illegal...covers a lot of responsibilities.
I love it. So do they.
[Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Since he's not interested in getting sand on his newly oiled tentacles, he's pretty...well, he's kinda got them all over her and her blanket.]
Thank you, Noriko. I feel a lot better now.
[He leans down and makes the brazen decision to kiss her. Not quite on the lips--just on the very corner. But he doesn't quite pull away immediately after the peck, instead hovering in the same proximity to gauge her reaction.
Testing the waters, as they say.]
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No problem, I'm completely for this massage excha - [She doesn't make it all the way through the thought because then he goes and does that, and it's so ... Cute.]
Thanks for keeping everyone safe.
[Because apparently they need a reason to kiss, or something? But when Nariko tilts just so it's no corner affair, it's full on, lips to lips, though she's got enough sense to keep it simple. An extended press, a little eager, but she pulls away, grinning kind of shyly, with a little hint of excitement.
So an incredibly positive reaction, one would say.]
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The fact that she makes his kiss even more assertive than he was originally going for absolutely tickles him. He chuckles lowly, still breathing in her aura.]
I don't know about everyone...
Might not be able to save the latest victim of Kraken's Bay from the fate she walked into.
[And with that, he initiates an even more aggressive kiss, bowing his head down to suck on her bottom lip.]
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I think she's pretty happy with her fate, just saying.
[Very, very happy with it because he's warm and as comforting as he is attractive, and it's all too easy to fall into.]
Don't need much saving. [That comes somewhere between another little peck of a kiss, and then her tongue slipping into his mouth so long as Boxer let's that fly. Even though she's ... Considerably smaller than him it doesn't stop her from being aggressive! Better to go after what you want than expect it to idle on by, right?]
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Boxer allows her to explore his mouth--and there is a lot of it to explore, especially with the various configurations of sharp teeth--but he delights in trying to "fight her off" so she has a little bit of a challenge actually getting to the goods.
He only backs off when he gets the sense that she needs to get some air into her lungs. But while she does, he's moving southward, leaving kisses down her neck and chest until he gets to the strap holding her bikini top together. With an unceremonious flick of his thumbs against her sides, the bikini top slips upward and reveals her round, ample breasts, both of which he gives a long, broad-tongued lick that pushes them with the force of it, dragging across her nipples.]
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But it'll have to wait since she's kind of panting and when he pulls her top up she reaches back to just go ahead and undo it entirely, tossing it off to somewhere that's not immediately near either of them. She has just enough time to really taken in and appreciate that tongue of his, and she ends up moaning a whole lot louder than originally intended. Her pride can take the hit, though, it's very worth it.]
My, my, what an unfairly good tongue you have. [She can barely get through that quip without her voice wobbling a bit, because now she's well and truly excited. Still trying to restore some order to her breathe, both sets of fingers go into his hair, messing it up a bit.] Not there isn't much of you that isn't unfair.
[Aside from the attraction itself he's got the better advantage here, he probably knows the general layout of her better than she can know his. Obviously she can kiss wherever is feasible, but she'd like to give as good as she's given, but apparently it's going to take a little thinking on her part. She settles for touching where she can, dragging her nails gently along his shoulder blades and spine.]
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...as he pushes her breasts up with the heels of his thumbs, his chin nestled in the valley between them. He hopes it's a cute enough picture for her to make it clear he's not actually offended.]
I'm not unfair!
[Ah, the gentle back-scratch is so sweet...he'd call that very fair himself, but if she thinks so, then it must be! He tweaks her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. For how massive his hands are, they're quite dexterous.]
That's no good...what should we do about it?
she's a little ridiculous I am sorry friend
It's not right if I'm the only one enjoying myself. [She's trying to focus but if he keeps on, it's going to become difficult.] I should get to be unfair, and I can't really pull that off if I'm just lying here moaning.
[Which, y'know, isn't a bad plan, necessarily, but sue her she wants to make a good impression on the random guy whose beach she sort of crashed. But this is her first time in this situation so a little direction might be good. He doesn't seem to have the part she'd usually get to teasing right about now - or at the very least she can't see the D so. It might be kind of weird to go rooting around for it??]
never, ever apologize. i love noriko so much.
[Meanwhile, a tentacle is fishing out another bottle of beer out of her cooler, popping it open and holding it out for her to take.]
Enjoy the ride if it suits your fancy, but don't be afraid to rock the boat when you want to.
[That's the last bit of advice he gives her before he continues his trail of kisses down her stomach, over her navel and lingering there for a while before he hooks the waistline of her bikini bottom with his upper teeth, dragging it downwards as he pulls his back into a slow, graceful arch, as his hands encircle her waist and hips, the latter of which fill his hands in a satisfying way. What he wouldn't give to dig his fingers in the flesh of her huge ass...]
I'm so glad ♥
That was incredibly vague.
[But she gets the idea, and she will look out for opportunities to slather him in as much attention as he's giving her. And, hey, he's the one with the control for the moment, he can do whatever he likes with her ass! Hell, he can do anything with just about every part of her.]
By the way, that's a whole new form of dropping a girls panties. [For as thin as the bottom part was they could pull double duty, so the definition sticks.]
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Vague for a reason. I like learning what it means to different people...how to explore a kind of body you've never seen before.
[Her legs aren't let free from his grasp, however. Instead, his tentacles twist around them even more, bringing them together and slightly tilting them to the side. It gives him a decent vantage to lean in and give her ass cheek the same lick he'd given her breasts earlier. But this time, he opens his mouth widely and grazes his teeth against her skin, then leaves a kiss.]
Pick up a few tactics as you go...
[Wait...he had eight tentacles before, right? At some point a ninth has joined the fray, but it's different than the rest--it's gold, like the undersides of his other tentacles, but it's smooth and suckerless. It mingles with the others, the same intimidating length and girth as the rest, and rests unobtrusively on the ground below her.]
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That's incredibly thoughtful, way more than I'm capable of emulating right now.
[Okay, no, in truth she completely agreed with him, and there was something a little special in knowing that they shared an appreciation for the idea. Half the fun of this kind of thing, whether spontaneous or at the start of something far more serious, was getting to know the other person. Nariko was usually the type to catalogue every little detail that she could manage to find so even if her vantage point is a little unique it's no wonder that she catches sigh of the ninth tentacles - which is interesting because while she hadn't set out to count, she'd have guessed he had seven or either total.
Also it's gold so how can she not want to touch it?
Flexibility is the savior here, because while she might be short she can sort of twist her midsection without interrupting what he's doing to graze her fingers over it - or maybe she gets a regular tentacle, but whatever she actually gets to touch is massaged just like earlier. Gold bro deserves some lovin', too.]
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He looks down at the offending tentacle and sighs, in a lighthearted albeit flustered way, then looks back at her.]
Can't believe it's already come out...so much for the surprise.
[And it's not like she's really been teasing him, either. It's just that her body pushes all the right buttons...he's been holding himself back so he won't (figuratively) suffocate her with his tentacles, but his body is clearly way more impatient than he is.
After he (quickly) gets over his slight disappointment and embarrassment, another tentacle teases at her labia, rubbing its suckered side up against her folds to attempt to gently attach to whatever flesh it can get a hold of, only to let go and repeat the process over as he draws down then back up again.]
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Ohhh!
Well alright then! Now that she's kind of on the same page she goes ahead and licks it off because, more than anything, she's sort of curious to know what it tastes like. If it's an equivalent to pre-cum or something then it may or may not be different from a purely human man's.] I'd hope it wasn't too much of a surprise, I can at least look pretty while you've got me in the palm of your hand?
[Since he's still doing most of the work. But for all of her playful attitude it's her turn to startle a little because there's no one way or another about it - she's wet, so there's more than enough arousal for those suckers to clamp onto and then sensation of it is something else. There's a brief period of oddness, where her brain scrambles to understand what's happening but it passes easily enough and she shudders.]
Holy shit, that's cool. [And it feels good enough that she can devote some of her pent up energy to wiggle her hips down a little more, as if that might help it along.]
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It tastes like a mouthful of seawater, except goopy. It's not the most appealing thing in the world.]
Planning to have you in a lot more than just my hand...
[Figuratively speaking, anyway. If everything goes according to plan, he'll be the one in her. Speaking of which...
Boxer reaches down with a hand, placing a thumb on one lip and his forefinger on the other, gently spreading her apart and teasing her entrance with the thin tip of his tentacle, running gentle circles just inside of her. After an agonizing while, he finally starts to slide the tentacle inside of her. As the diameter of his limb gets progressively thicker and the fit progressively tighter, the suction cups--not intentionally, but by effect of being squeezed--suck gently near her clit.]
I wonder...how much you can take?
[What kind of size queen are you, Noriko?]
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[It is, it absolutely, completely is. Boxer's got an easy, almost relaxed sort of way about him that makes her want to consider the usual rough and tumble sort of one night stands. And of course she has no way of knowing if there's any restraint on his end, but whether that's the case or not at least he ends up looking really cool as a result? Rare is the man who can adequately slow her down without a lot of emotional involvement.
But she hasn't lost sight of the goal anymore than he has, and there's no sign of discomfort even as the girth increases.]
A lot. [She's already panting, but there's a particularly excited smile on her face.] More.
[That one word isn't as confident as she'd like it to be, her voice trembles, but she's very far from pained. So ... Definitely a formidable size queen, if nothing else.]
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[She makes an awful lot of demands for the one that isn't in charge! Or, actually, she is. He can read her--or at least her reactions, and listen through the fog of her trembling voice to seek out if she's close to her limit.
And she's not.]
You're already taking much more than what the average human has to offer...
[Whatever "average" might actually be. He's more of the type to recall anecdotal data than actual statistics, and he's not making a habit of dalliances with those who are likely to overcompensate.
In other words: he's a size queen too.
He pulls out his tentacle and brings another to the front line. They twist together in a helix, sucker-sides outward because hell if he's going to deprive her of that unique, exaggerated texture. Together, they start the journey back side of her.]
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And to think I haven't even put in too much effort just yet!
[And yet it nearly takes her a minute to get all of that out.]
Hopefully I'll keep - fucking christ - [That was a moan bordering on a shout because what's better than one set of suckers pushing and moving along the insides of her pussy? Two. It's also strangely overwhelming, so forgive her for hiccuping in the middle there.] impressing you!
[She can do that while they kiss, though, so she tries to pull him up into one, rougher and far more biting than earlier. It was a helpful distraction mostly because she is a little bit bossy, but all that frenetic, demanding energy is threatening to become overly subservient, stuttering and begging. He's cute and all but she'll hopelessly call out his name for half the beach to hear when he's got her well and truly stuffed.
Because no one said that she wasn't prideful until the very last possible moment.]
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[Especially considering she's nearly taking the equivalent of three human dicks at once, except the fit is way more convenient. He knew her body was amazing, but never would he have expected this...! He can feel it in her, that this isn't quite her limit either, and knowing that is driving him crazy.
When she pulls him in for a kiss he's helpless to fight against it--not that he wants to, but his obviously aroused, heady breathing is now making itself known. He wants to fill out and stretch every hole on her body, try to find a home for all of his tentacles--and there's a special place reserved for the gold one.
Speaking of which, it's gently wrapped itself around one of her hands and forearm, a fairly constant dribble of precum dripping from its tip, intensifying in quantity at even the slightest touch. It would be an alarming amount of precum for a human, but for a creature his size? This is normal.
One of the others wraps itself around the curve of her plump ass under her stuffed pussy, and a short lapse of self-control allows him to latch onto her skin and suck on it hard, leaving two parallel rows from her sit bone to the crest of her pelvis of sucker-hickies that are sure to hang around for at least a week.
He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva keeping them connected until he gets just far enough from her to break the tension. There's a moment of stillness as he remembers how to formulate a sentence.]
So, your ass---mm. That, uh, off-limits at all?
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[It's not some super special act that she's against, nor is it one that requires any special consideration, so she ends up making it sound a little more weighted than it actually happens to be. Taking it up the ass is about as fun as anything else but there's really a lot to be said for a partner who knows what they're actually doing back there. Boxer seems more than knowledgeable enough, though, and since his tentacles are rather slick they probably won't run into an issue there. But just in case:]
Just be prepared to take care of me if I can't walk afterward. [But he might already be well on his way to accomplishing that so he'd probably have to deal with it anyway! Hope you like after-sex cuddlers, Boxer.]
She notices the gold one a little late, mostly because for as talented as she is Nariko can be easily distracted, though anyone who could ignore the force of Boxer's tentacles might be a miracle unto themselves.]
Not so shy now, hm?
[Obviously they're not sentient, but it's only after she's said it that they might be connected to how clearly aroused he is. It'll make for an interesting question in the near future but right now she lifts the arm that holds the golden limb so that she can drag her tongue over it, notably avoiding the tip, wherever it may happen to rest. She'd probably end up creating something of a mess as a result because the man was like a faucet left on, but she didn't mind - hell, if anything they seem ed to match in a sense because while certainly within the range of 'human' how wet she became with even a slight movement - let alone a full on thrust - was as generous as her smaller body could logically produce.]
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I was already planning on carrying you out of here.
[If he doesn't give her an orgasm (or several) that makes her legs shake for the next six hours, he'll take it as a personal failure.
And yes, she does make a righteous mess around her neck and collarbones, especially when she runs her tongue along it. Well, if that's how you're gonna play...it uncoils just a little from her hand and runs its ever-dribbling end against her chin and lips, undoubtedly to make more of a mess if she doesn't...well, attempt to clean it up. If she chooses not to, the formerly shy tentacle will make the bold choice to slip between her lips. Farther down, the tentacle is still wrapped around her forearm, so it'd be easy enough for her to pull it away from her face if she found it that detestable.
Elsewhere, he's taking a more careful approach. An unoccupied tentacle fetches the bottle of oil from earlier, and he wets his fingers with it. Sure, his tentacles might already be oiled up, but one can never be too safe...one can never be too comfortable when housing who knows how many tentacles.
The tentacle holding up her legs is joined by another one, and together they separate her legs by the ankles and pushes them forward, as far as Noriko's flexibility will comfortably allow. But now everything about her is exposed to the cool shore breeze, including the tentacles that continue to nudge in when they can, sensing when her body has acclimatized to the new girth and adding an iota more, and resting when she needs time. After all, they have to get ready for the housewarming party for the real star of the show. Lots of progress is made when she's spread open, but he still doesn't get ahead of what she can handle.
Her asshole is exposed now, too, and there's a slight, delighted smile on his face as he gently teases her entrance with his well-oiled fingers, liberally sharing it with her until he can feel that she's ready for him to stick a finger in. Given his size, "fingering" carries a little more weight (and girth) than what would normally be understood, but this is only an appetizer--not the main course--as he makes sure that she's properly slathered with oil.
When the task is done, Boxer places his hand on her ass cheek--finally he can get a proper handful of it--spreading her even more and, like earlier, starting her off easy with only one tentacle. With her tight ring of muscle, the natural suction is even stronger, in particular just inside of her entrance.]
You look gorgeous from both ends, Noriko...you're doing great.
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And, sure, she's certainly talented and a little unique is some ways but she's always been talented when it comes to blowjobs and such. It's in part because she doesn't possess a gag reflex, that paired with her desire to push at her own limits tends to make for an incredibly fun time! So she doesn't pull it away and, if anything, she's determined to see actually how much can comfortably fit down her throat. She moves her tongue underneath it, shifting back and forth.
It's almost enough to distract her from what he's doing with his fingers, almost, but not quite. She's bent and stuffed, and now there's a familiar pressure at the back end. It's so much, for just a second there Nariko's lost in the whole mess of sensations. There isn't a single part of her that isn't being paid some kind of attention and it's all adding up to a very quick, immediate orgasm, the first of his proposed several. At this rate he'll get at least that many with some extra on top because simply fingering her leaves Nariko shuddering, eyes half shut to the world for as much as she wants to look at him.]
Nngh! [That was ... It might have been his name or something if her mouth wasn't very, very full.
The compliment might not have been particularly earned since the combination of his voice and the push of that first tentacle, joining the other two that had already stuffed her, did her in. She came with a trembling, warped noise that could barely escape properly. Her fingers kept pulling at the sand, a desperate but effective way to keep herself still without accidentally biting down (because ow, that'd really have to suck for him) while she worked through the height of it all.
No, she couldn't be doing such a good job now, right? Not when she was beginning to lose any real sense of time or place, and when her body was officially struggling to register every little thing that was happening to it from the various angles - but fuck was it so good. She'd never felt so debauched and overwhelmed at once, and there was no shame in it, no concern about her appearance - and she was one hell of a mess by now - or even what Boxer might think of her. The only real snag was that he still wasn't getting anything out of this right?
Aside from a spectacular view, if he was into that kind of thing.]
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Boxer wasn't prepared for her to orgasm--not in the way he'd like to be. Once he realizes that's what's happening, he quickly takes Noriko's hands so that she's not grasping at sand, letting her grasp his fingers as he gently runs his thumbs against the back of her hand. Despite the gentle gesture, his limbs are still trying to keep up the pace though her spasming muscles have presented a new challenge.
In a low voice, he calls out softly...] You're doing great, Noriko...take it easy, don't fight it...
[He lets things come to a relative, gentle stillness as she rides out her orgasm, but as it starts to slow down, he brings back the pace.
Boxer really does appreciate the gesture of not biting down on him, because he knows the temptation is there. He rewards (?) her by introducing more into her mouth to really test out that lack of gag reflex he detected earlier. God, she really is incredible. It gets pretty girthy around her mouth, but he remembers that she does need to breathe, so he backs off every so often so she can catch her breath.
Meanwhile, he starts adding a second tentacle to her ass. That's right, no rest for the weary. But he gives her an appreciative couple kisses on her lower stomach, about the location particularly crowded organ, as he squeezes her hands reassuringly. The view is more than enough of a reward right now...besides, time will tell how her (exceedingly talented) body will handle the inevitable moment when he 'gets something' out of this.]
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Her own remains largely useless because he's inching farther and farther down her mouth without a single bit of resistance. The increase of girth tests how far her lips can comfortably spread and that's about the only aspect that's registering as vaguely uncomfortable, not that she'd say as much or have it in her to complain if she were able to talk at all. Natural abilities aside Nariko's far more likely to wear herself out by refusing to admit her (admittedly few) sexual limitations. It's a bit of a problem.
But that's so far away right now, she sucks and licks at the gold tentacle, trying to keep it moving around the once bashful limb. The second one that presses into her backside produces something along the lines of a muffled choking noise, but she still isn't gagging - it's just the closest approximation to a moan she can come up with as it leaves her mouth so that she can breathe for a second.]
Got - anymore?
[Even her ability to joke is beginning to erode. There's too much pleasure, too much threatening to overwhelm her, and then there's a post-orgasm haze that she probably can't shake to save her life. It's a testament to what he's doing though, a very good thing!
But also, seriously, how many more of these things do you have, Handsome?]
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He smiles lightheartedly.] Getting cocky?
[Maybe she's ready for the main course, then. The gold tentacle completely pulls itself from her mouth, ending the trip with a lively splurt over her cheek. It drags, with its full weight, down her body, leaving a damning trail of evidence the whole way down. It meets its fellows tucked inside of her pussy, and they draw out to add the gold one to their helix.]
Get ready...
[That's the warning he gives her before the triple threat starts working its way in. Suckers are still pointed out, still providing that texture which contrasts pretty significantly against the smooth, slimy texture of the gold one, and every inch inside her gets to enjoy it all as he introduces a gentle spin to his movement. The two in her ass alternate in thrusting, keeping her plenty busy down here.
And those last two that haven't been accounted for?
They help themselves to crowding each other in her mouth.]
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The end of chapter 1??